❝ you shouldn't have come after me first. after all, i'm kimberly snape ❞
❝ you really love that line, don't you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 🦅🪄-
𝗞𝗜𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗬 doesn't remember anything
that happened before she opened her
eyes at Hagrid's cabin and sta...
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They entered the abandoned girls' toilet, practically dragging Lockhart along as they made their way toward the hauntingly quiet stalls. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the scent of mildew hung in the air.
"Oh? Who's there?" Moaning Myrtle's voice echoed through the bathroom. Her ghostly figure drifted into view, her expression softening as she saw Harry. "Oh, hello, Harry. What do you want?"
Harry exchanged a glance with Kimberly and Ron before stepping forward. "We need to ask you how you died, Myrtle."
Moaning Myrtle's smile faded, replaced by a sorrowful expression. "Oh... it was dreadful. It happened right here in this very cubicle. I was hiding because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. I was crying, and then... I heard somebody come in."
"Who was it, Myrtle?" Kimberly asked gently, trying to coax the memory out of her.
Myrtle floated closer, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't know. I was too upset to pay attention! But they spoke in a strange, made-up language. I realized it was a boy, so I unlocked the door to tell him to go away, and... I died."
Harry frowned, pressing further. "Just like that? How?"
Myrtle's voice grew quieter, her tone filled with dread. "I remember seeing a pair of great big yellow eyes, right over there, by that sink." She pointed towards the circle of sinks in the center of the bathroom, her ghostly form trembling slightly as she recalled the terrifying moment.
As Myrtle drifted back to the stalls, Harry moved forward, his curiosity piqued. He carefully examined the sinks, his fingers brushing against the cold stone. His attention was drawn to one particular tap. It wasn't just any tap—it had a small snake carved into it.
"This is it," Harry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets."
Ron's eyes widened as he stared at the sink. "Say something, Harry. Say something in Parseltongue."
Harry glanced nervously at Kimberly and Ron before closing his eyes, concentrating. The strange, hissing language flowed from his mouth, as if guided by instinct. The sinks shuddered, then began to move, revealing a gaping hole leading into the darkness below.
Lockhart peered into the opening, his breathing quickening. A nervous smile spread across his face as he chuckled weakly, trying to mask his fear.
"Excellent, Harry. Ah, good work. Well, then, I'll just be—there's no need for me to stay," Lockhart said, attempting to slip past them and make a quick escape.
